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I stared down at my salad. I had asked for Cesar, but they brought me a tossed salad with Cesar dressing. I guess technically the waiter had just asked me my dressing preference. Still, I hate it when they do that. I shuffled my thoughts aside and took a bite.

My date, a gentleman wolf was older than me and graying early, watched me chomp down on an oversized bite of lettuce and carrot. He had a certain way of grinning the way a feral would at a fresh piece of meat. I could barely see it, having left my glasses in my purse... which I forgot at home... I'm the type to wear men's pants for their pocket space, and don't normally carry a purse. I hoped he wasn't a split the bill type.

My date... what was his name again... Spirit broke the silence asking me if I wanted another glass of wine. The restaurant he took me to was a "bring your own booze" type, but still fairly classy. Either way, I just couldn't shake the feeling that I shouldn't drink too much around this guy.

"Sure," I said. Why not? I trusted him enough to drive me here, why not let him wine me until I can't say no?

As Spirit poured me a fresh glass of red, the waiter showed up with fresh bread rolls and garlic olive oil to dip them in. The boy was young and cocky by his motions, but he had a cute grin and fluffy cheeks. His gray fur was riddled with dark stripes and his tail flicked about in random directions. The little tabby was so cute, but he wasn't buying me dinner.

Spirit laughed as I quickly snatched a steamy roll and had to toss it hand to hand as it was a little too hot for touch.

"Professional interest," I explained, "Gotta make sure they're up to snuff."

Spirit took one for himself, and we continued to eat in relative silence. The bread was so good, but I was having trouble coming up with something to say to my date. He was ten years older than me and not into any nerdy hobbies. That left us with little in common. Yeah, I'm that simple, what of it?

I finished my third (or fourth?) glass of wine and had a call of nature. I excused myself, and denied Spirit the gesture of pulling out my chair for me. I then scurried off to the restroom. I caught glimpse of my orange foxy face in the mirror on my way past the urinals. I really liked the way I appeared in my little black dress. Both stalls were unoccupied, so I went for the one furthest from the door and...

I'm not going into detail on this. I'm sorry if you're into that, but I'm not. However while I was sitting there, I did have a revelation.

Why would there be urinals in the ladies' room?

Fuck.

Before I could finish my business, I heard the door open and someone walk in. I tried to come up with an excuse in the case that I was noticed, but all I could think of was that I was that I had a bit too much to drink. That wouldn't fly... or would it?

After the man finished his business he went to wash his hands. I heard him sniff the air, and the braggart walked up to my stall. I brought my feet up so he couldn't see them under the stall door. There was a light rap on the door, and my heart began to race.

"Ma'am, that's a pretty strong perfume you've got on."

I recognized the voice. It was the cute, little... well, he was still a head taller than me, but little by most standards... he was the waiter.

"I saw the way you were looking at me," he teased.

What way was that? Did I stare? Great, if he noticed there was little chance my date hadn't.

I tried saying "Please don't tell anyone."

He slyly returned with, "You gonna' incentivise that?"

I was stunned, that fucking braggart.

"I left my purse..." I began.

He interrupted with, "I don't want your money. I want my dick sucked. And I'm sure you'd prefer it to those old balls."

"Fuck off," I returned.

He laughed boisterously, "But I'm right, aren't I?"

I decided to just ignore him and leave. I opened the stall door to do so, but he pushed me back in. He closed the door behind him and grinned down at me. A shiver ran up my spine as he unzipped his pants. A respectably sized, fully erect feline cock flopped out. I stared at his member for a moment... or an eternity... and his dorky but cute grin grew ever wider... or at least I think it did. I was preoccupied.

"Okay, you win," the alcohol said, "Just cum inside."

He laughed again, "Really?"

"I can't go back to my date covered in it."

***

Before I finished talking I had his member in my hands. It was so warm, so hard, and the smell was intoxicating. He stifled a groan as I ran my fingers up and down his spiky cock. He shivered cutely when I brought my lips up to kiss the tip.

I took him in my mouth entirely. The way his spines rubbed against my lips gave me chills. His salty sweet taste left me wanting for more as I drew back. I felt my loins moisten as I bobbed back to his hilt. I could feel his breath stagger as I worked my tongue up under his shaft.

I looked up to see him on his phone. Gods, was he filming this? I wanted to pull back and tell him to stop, but my legs twitched around my growing wetness. I could give him a show, maybe he'd even stroke himself to the video later.

Far too soon he stiffened up, I could tell he was close. His empty hand found my skull and he pushed himself into my throat. He took control and began fucking my mouth with an intensity that I wouldn't have.

I barely managed to pull off his dick in time. His breathing was labored and he portrayed obvious confusion, but he didn't cum yet.

I then sat down on the toilet seat, and spread my legs. I wasn't wearing anything under my little black dress, and he quickly realized what was going on. He stared at my dripping pussy for a long moment then met my eyes.

"I don't have a condom on me," he uttered.

"I'm clean," I promised.

I watched him think too much, so I took my fingers to my pussy and spread it invitingly. He decided to throw out caution and pressed his hot dick up to my womanhood. He played with his phone a bit to get a good shot, then slowly pressed in.

His spines tickled me in a way I had never experienced. I couldn't help letting out a shallow yiff. The kid slowly pumped into me groaning lightly and gradually picked up speed. His unoccupied hand reached up to squeeze my breast through my dress. His pace picked up, he moved the camera up to my face, leaving me curious how I looked.

Then the door to the bathroom opened. We both froze as the man whistled his way to the urinals. I knew that whistle, it was my date. Spirit seemed oblivious to us, and continued to wash his hands. Hopefully his age dulled his wolfy sense of smell.

I stared up at the waiter, his dick still buried in my needy hole. I was holding my breath, paws on maw, trying not to make a sound at all. The waiter though, he developed a wicked grin.

With Spirit still washing his hands, the waiter bucked into me. I could feel him rub past my spot and press in deep. I gritted my teeth, inhaled sharply, and hoped I wasn't found out. The tomcat didn't stop there, he slid back out, dragging slowly. I barely managed to resist making a sound.

The sound of the door shutting signaled Spirit leaving the restroom.

"Oh gods," I moaned, "You asshole!"

The cat responded by slamming back into me. I yipped as he filled me. He didn't waste any more time, rapidly fucking my wet pussy. I couldn't stop another moan. I felt my legs lock around his waist of their own accord.

His face scrunched as he quickly came close. His hips frantically jack hammering into me, I was close too. I don't know who was first, but the feeling of warm seed filling me melted my senses.

The waiter made no show of pulling his pants up and leaving me in the stall. It took me a moment to stand with my legs all rubbery. I awkwardly took some toilet paper to wipe up some of his cum leaking out of me, and then rushed out of the men's room before anyone else caught me.

When I got back to my table, our food was waiting, but Spirit was no where to be found. I had a small panic which died down when I realized I had nothing in common with the guy. So who cared if he left me. Except I forgot my purse, and he drove me up here. Fuck.

My waiter strolled up and told me, "Don't worry about it, it's on me."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I got fired," he laughed, "so I gotta' get outta' here."

After all that, the kid was willing to wait in the parking lot to give me a ride home. I brought a couple to go boxes, and he took me home. We ended up hanging out for a little while eating the pasta and laughing at how ridiculous the whole event was. He showed me the video he took, and I dare say, I looked pretty sexy, and he promised to keep them to himself. We unanimously decided that we would go our separate ways, but exchanged phone numbers in case we needed a pick me up.

I did eventually phone him up for a booty call. He turned me down. Apparently he started dating someone only a few days after we first met. I think they're married now. So I guess this story has somewhat of a happy ending.

I never heard from Spirit again, if you were curious.